Then that letter,--and the Lady Ackland
here,--Weeping?--This is most strange. I know you all,--but,--as I live
I can't remember how this chanced. How comes it that we all stand here?
Pearls?--and white silk?--a bridal?--Ha ha ha! (_Laughing wildly_.)
_Lady A_. Take me away. This is too terrible! lean stay here no longer.
Take me away, Andre.
[_Exeunt Andre and Lady A_.
(_An Officer enters_.)
_The Officer_. We are ordered to withdraw our detachment, Captain
Maitland. The rebels are just below, some two thousand strong, and in no
mood to be encountered.
_Mor_. He does not hear you. We must leave that murdered lady here, and
'tis vain to think of parting them. Come.
[_Exeunt Mortimer and Officer_.
_Mait_. They are gone at last. They are all gone. I am alone with my
dead bride. I must needs smile--I could not weep when those haughty and
prying eyes were upon me, but now--I am alone with my dead
bride.--Helen, they are all gone,--we are alone. How still she
lies,--smiling too,--on that same bank.
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